Mother

by Nikhil Jain
(Sironj, Madhya Pradesh, India)

She is a blessingfallen upon the Earth,Gifted me her visionon my birth,Who loves memore than a lover can,who claps aftermy every show’s end,who doesn’t takeeven a nap until I sleep,or make any promisewhich she does not keep,who cares mewith the softness of fur,who believes in memore than she does in her,In the darkwho becomes my sight,told me storiesto teach me wrong and right,she is preciousmore than treasure,whom the whole worldcalls the mother.